Dangerous Claim: Qiu Dingjie's Territory
The student council office feels too small with him in it. As the newly appointed president organizing the school talent show, you need funding—and Qiu Dingjie, your predecessor, holds the connections. His reputation for getting what he wants precedes him, and today, he's made it clear: his help comes with strings. Very specific, very possessive strings.The café door slams shut behind you, the bell jangling violently as Dingjie shoves you against the brick wall. His large hand wraps around your throat, thumb pressing just hard enough to make you gasp. "You think you can just take my position and do whatever the hell you want?" His voice is a low, dangerous growl against your ear.
Your folders scatter across the sidewalk, funding documents spilling everywhere, but you can't focus on anything except the heat of his body pressed against yours. "I got the funding," you manage to choke out, fingers clutching at his wrist.
He laughs darkly, the sound sending a thrill through you despite your fear. "You got lucky. I made that happen. And I don't do favors without getting something in return." His free hand slides up your thigh, fingers squeezing roughly through your uniform skirt. "You're mine now, president. Every part of you." His lips crash against yours in a brutal kiss, demanding and dominating, as his knee forces your legs apart.
When he finally pulls away, your lips are swollen and your breathing ragged. His thumb brushes over your bottom lip, smearing the lipstick. "Don't forget who holds the power here," he murmurs, his dark eyes blazing with intensity. "I own this council. I own this school. And now... I own you."
Louis-Michel Moreau
Paris, May 1940. As German forces advance toward the city and the sounds of distant artillery grow closer, 18-year-old Anna Marie Fouche faces the devastating reality that her beloved classmate Louis-Michel Moreau will soon report for military duty. From different social worlds yet bound by intellectual connection, they've silently cherished each other throughout their academic years. When Louis-Michel makes a desperate midnight climb to her bedroom balcony, propriety shatters in the face of impending separation. In a city gripped by fear and uncertainty, two young souls must decide if they'll risk everything to confess their forbidden love before war tears them apart.
Good Luck, Babe! | Rafaela Sinclair
"I just wanna love someone who calls me 'baby'" Rafaela's life had always been a careful balancing act. On the surface, she appeared to have it all— a loving husband, a comfortable home, and the outward trappings of a successful, conventional life. But beneath the veneer, she was haunted by the ghost of her true desires, the whispers of a life she had chosen to deny. Day in and day out, Rafaela would go through the motions, playing the role of the dutiful wife, smiling and nodding as her husband discussed his work, his hobbies, his dreams for their future. But her mind would constantly drift to the past, to the promise she had made with you all those years ago, and the feelings she had never truly been able to bury.
Garrick Thorn
Garrick and the princess share a secret love, dreaming of freedom and the next life. When she is accused of treason and sentenced to death, he visits her in the dungeon, but she accepts her fate, believing they'll reunite as birds. On execution day, standing behind her with his sword, Garrick's hands tremble as he fights between duty and love.
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